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Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

I'm Ailana Read, Child Services.

Yesterday morning
we finally managed

to locate your niece's
aunt and uncle in Mexico.

Okay. And?

They have retained
a lawyer, and are

taking steps
to adopt Sara.

How long
before it's finalized?

No more than a month.

Are we sure these
murders are connected?

Everything's pointing towards
this being serial.

So this guy murders
four people

within days of each other
at the same hotel,

then turns up dead?

- What is that?
- I have no idea.

Hey, show me your
hands! Get out!

We got another one.

Those carvings are modeled
after 11th century chess pieces.

Pawns, to be exact.

Maybe whoever knocked off
Hein and Larsen

thinks this thing is a game.

It's from the same chess set
as all the other pieces.

Which tells me that
whoever compelled

Anthony Lee Hein,
David Larsen,

and, more than likely,
Pierre Shaw

to kill on their behalf,

that they're still out there.

And I take it
you're here because

you want my help?

Yeah, I mean, you were
a behavioral analyst

for the FBI for 15 years.

You've profiled a lot
of serial killers.

I'm also retired.
Um, hmm.

That chess piece you're holding
is our only solid lead.

We have allocated absolutely
every available resource

to this case.

It's been a week,
and, well,

we, uh... we have nothing.

Well, that's
not unusual

in cases like this,
where the killer

suddenly goes
to ground.

That's when it becomes
a waiting game.

Patience,
that'll be the key.

Patience is definitely
not his strong suit.

He left that in my house.

In my house.

What, is he taunting me?

Help me understand, please.

On the contrary.

Commander, I, uh...

I think that the
killer admires you.

The knight is the
protector of the realm.

In chess, that is a
very powerful weapon

in close positions.

I think he sees you
as a potentially

dangerous adversary,
unlike the victims,

who were mere pawns,

expendable
foot soldiers.

This is just my
opinion,

but I think that
the chess metaphor,

with the people
moving around

and the thing with...
I don't, uh...

I don't buy it, personally.
No disrespect, Miss Brown.

Maybe this guy is not
as smart as you think he is.

And yet, here
you are in my home

asking for help.

Don't make the mistake
of underestimating

this person, Detective.

He doesn't just have
people killing for him,

he has them sending
him pictures,

evidence of his work.

That is a highly
sophisticated form

of manipulation.

The government of Hawaii
has empowered us

to do whatever
is necessary to, uh,

to catch whoever's
responsible.

So I need you to tell me
what it's gonna take

for you to come
and work for us,

temporarily, of course.

I'm sorry, Commander,

but I'm...
I'm retired.

Do you understand that
innocent people are dead?

Innocent people
with families.

That's got to mean
something to you.

It does.

My answer's still no.

Good luck.

We'll let ourselves out.
Thank you.

That was a waste
of time, huh?

♪ Your baby's falling ♪

♪ You know I'm talking now ♪

♪ You know I'm dancing ♪

Enjoy your evening, sir.

♪ You know I'm racing 'round ♪

♪ No, no, you're so juiced ♪

♪ You said you'd kick
the booze ♪

♪ You know I'll get bruised ♪

♪ You know I'm just a boy ♪

♪ Come back, baby ♪

♪ Don't you cry ♪

♪ Don't you drain ♪

♪ Those big blue eyes ♪

♪ I've been crawling ♪

♪ Come back, baby ♪

♪ Don't you cry ♪

♪ Just you say ♪

♪ The reason why ♪

♪ I can calm you... ♪

We have a situation.

Leaving so soon?

Well, I have an appointment
in the morning,

so I have to be up early.
Oh.

Well, just let me know
what time.

I'll make sure
to nudge you.

You're rather forward,
aren't you, Mister...

Call me Harry.
And you are?

Search him.

What, no foreplay?

Easy on the goods there,
old boy.

Nothing.

Tear the place apart.

I want it found.

Then get rid of him.

What did you do with it?

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I've got to be honest,

I don't really know
what I'm doing.

But I don't think
this is a French braid.

It's a Hawaiian braid.

Yes, it is.
I guess it is.

Hold on.

What do you think?

All right.

I hope I can remember how
to do this tomorrow.

Hey, you okay?

Why do I have to go live
with someone else?

Oh, sweetie, they're not
just someone else,

they're family.

You belong with them.

So are you, right?

You're family.

I want to live with you,
Uncle Chin.

Listen, listen...

Come here, you.

I'm gonna visit you
as soon as I can, okay?

That's a promise.

Vic's name is
Casta Mitchell.

She's a 22-year-old
student.

She's on the books of
a local modeling agency.

Excuse me.

Forced entry.

Apartment was tossed.

Vic had cash and jewelry
that was left behind.

Still, obviously, perp was
looking for something.

Body's in here.

COD was strangulation.

Well, I assume
there's no chess pieces,

so that's something,
right?

Looks like she was dressed
for an evening out.

Kono, see if you can
find out where she went.

Yeah, well,
this might help.

This was found
in her purse.

The symbol on it's
called the Eye of Horus.

It's an Egyptian charm.

It's supposed
to bring good luck.

Yeah, only not for her.

Your girl fought back.

She did this to herself trying
to remove her attacker's hands,

but in addition
to her own skin tissue,

I also found foreign DNA
under her fingernails.

We get an I.D.?
Not initially.

But after broadening
my search,

I got a hit
in an unlikely place...

Interpol.
Interpol?

His name is
Harry Langford.

And from what I gather,
he's an MI6 agent

with a “kill or capture”
notice on him.

Okay, so he's
a British spy running rogue.

He took a huge risk
stepping out of the shadows

with that kind
of heat on him.

Seems like whatever
he was looking for

in Casta's apartment
was pretty important.

All right, reached out to MI6.

Here's what we know
on Langford.

Guy was former
British SAS.

He joined the agency
in 2006,

served with distinction
until a few years ago

when he was caught
selling state secrets.

See that? Train a guy to be all
underhanded and sneaky,

and what does he do?

He ends up being all
underhanded and sneaky.

Well, Langford was
disavowed.

He's been on the run
ever since.

I ran facial rec against
the TSA database.

He came into Hawaii
two days ago under an alias.

There's now a statewide
APB on him.

Let's hope we have better luck
than British Intel.

Every time they get a bead
on this guy, he vanishes.

Hey, I ran Casta Mitchell's
cell phone.

Check out this text
she got yesterday.

“The Eye will get you in.

Dress appropriately.
As always, discretion is key.”

Text traced back to a woman
named Lucy Mitsu.

She runs a local agency
that books girls

for high-end parties
and local events.

Oh, that don't sound
shady at all.

I'm guessing, uh, Casta
is one of her models.

Okay, so where was
this party?

It was at the private
residence of this guy.

Lucky Morad.

Oh, he seems fun.

Egyptian-born businessman
with a net worth

in the nine figures.

And by all accounts,
he spends much of that money

living the hard-partying life
of an international playboy.

I got to get some new friends.

Anyway, I ran Langford's picture
by Miss Mitsu,

and she confirmed
he was at the party.

She said that our guy was
involved in some dustup

with Morad's security.

She heard there
was a robbery,

but when they
searched Langford,

they came up empty.

Okay, what happened
to Langford after that?

Well, security took him away,
and no one saw him again.

But this is where
it gets interesting.

Right before they
caught up to Langford,

he was talking to Casta,

and the vibe was
very flirtatious.

Picked a hell of a time
to push up on this girl.

Well, maybe he did
steal something,

and he was using her

to get whatever he stole
out of the party.

And then Langford
tracks her down later,

kills her, and takes back
whatever he stole from Morad.

Well, Morad seemed to want
to keep this robbery a secret,

because according to HPD,
he never filed a police report.

Well, I think that
means that whatever

was stolen
from Morad was

either embarrassing
as hell or was illegal.

Probably rule out
a sex tape.

Unless, of course,

this guy wanted
a reality show for himself.

Think about it,
a guy like this.

But then, of course, he would
have put it out himself.

Just some thoughts.

Yeah?

No, no, no, let her up.
Let her up, I know her.

Miss Brown, what
a nice surprise.

Is it, Commander?

You left this
on my coffee table.

Really?
Yeah.

Or, of course, it could
have been a mistake

or a not-so-subtle ploy to keep
me thinking about your case.

That's definitely
the sort

of underhanded thing
that he would do.

No, I...

Yeah.
Well, it worked.

So just to be clear,

my position hasn't
changed.

I'm retired.

Absolutely. Yes, ma'am.
Absolutely.

I did some digging.
Good.

As it turns out,
Hein, Larsen and Shaw

all had something in common.

Each one of them was
being investigated

by an HPD homicide detective
named Philip Lau.

Wait a minute,
this is... this is

brand-new information.

I don't see how that
didn't come up.

Easy. It wasn't
an official investigation.

As far as I can tell,
no reports were filed.

He was looking into them
on his own.

All right, um...
Okay.

I'll get in touch
with Duke,

and I'll tell him
we need to have

a sit-down with this guy.

Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.

Lau shot
and killed himself

six months ago.

We need to go through his files,
pull his notes.

Yeah, I already have.

There's not much there.

Lau was looking
at each of the men

for various open homicides,

cold cases.
Hey!

There was just never
enough evidence to arrest.

Sorry to interrupt, but
HPD's got eyes on Langford.

Good luck,
Commander.

Detective.

Yes. Thanks.

Hey, you want to see
what I had for breakfast?

Keep driving like a jerk.

Would you man up
once in your life?
Man up?

Man up. Man up!
You talking to me to man up?

The guy who saved your life

going through
life-threatening surgery?

Oh...
You gonna talk to me like that?

God, with
the liver again?

How long you gonna
hold that over me?

Forever.
Or until we die

in a spectacular car crash
three minutes from now.

Hey, hey!

Everybody down!
Five-O!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hands in the air.

Hands in the air!
Yes, you.

Now. Now. Yes.

Back away.

Well... I guess
we can call that a draw.

Cufflinks with GPS
transponders.

The sunglasses
are tricked out

with infrared night vision,

and the watch has a built-in
cellular jammer.

Pretty sweet.

Huh.

What about this?

That's for holding money
and credit cards.

I've got to talk
to McGarrett about

upgrading Five-O's
equipment.

Oh, I haven't...
I haven't worked out

the hidden feature
in that yet.

You're welcome.

I know I'm in the minority,

but Roger Moore
was my favorite Bond.

Oh, yeah?

I mean, I grew up
watching him,

so that's probably why,
but you...

you seem like the, um...
the Daniel Craig type, right?

I suppose we can't
all be Sean Connery.

Well, how about this?

That's $20 million worth
of diamonds right there.

I bet that's more
than an MI6 pension.

Commander, we both know

I'm not going to
be here for long.

My government will insist
that I be extradited.

In the meantime how
about a cup of tea?

Milk and sugar.

That's pretty funny.

Um, do you recognize
this girl?

You should because your DNA
was found under her fingernails.

There's a simple
explanation for that.

You had sex with her.

Doesn't mean you...
you didn't kill her.

Look, I'm
telling you this

because time is
of the essence

and I need to get out
of here as soon as possible.

That file your
partner's holding

is entirely fabricated.

For the past three years
I've been infiltrating

the illegal arms market
in order to track down

a high-value target.

So what you're saying is
MI6 disavowed you

just to legitimize
your cover.

Is that right?

Obviously, I regret
ever involving Casta.

She never knew she had
the diamonds on her,

but she was alive when
I left her apartment.

If you're looking
to make an arrest,

I suggest you focus
your attention on Lucky Morad.

If you want further verification
that what I'm saying is true,

call the director
of the CIA.

He's fully briefed
on this operation,

which is a matter
of international security.

And extremely
time-sensitive.

I'll make the call.

If your story checks out,
we'll release you.

But there's a caveat.

Go on.

If you're gonna be
operating on this island,

you do it under
our supervision.

What, exactly,
does that mean?

It means that
whatever you're doing,

we are now involved.

Uh, so why don't you
let us know

what we're dealing
with here.

This is Nashid El Hamadi,

mastermind behind
the bombing

of the UK embassy
in Madrid in 2012.

You've used one
of these before.

Actually, it's my first time,

but it seems pretty
straightforward.

The attack left six dead,
dozens injured,

and propelled El Hamadi
to the top

of my government's
most-wanted list.

We've known for some time
he's been planning

a large-scale attack
somewhere in Europe.

Then two weeks ago
we intercepted comms

between him and Morad discussing
a deal for the Greystone.

Okay, what exactly is
the Greystone?

It's a next-gen
decryption tool

capable of cracking
any computer network.

So you're saying there's gonna
be a potential cyber attack?

We don't know
the specifics.

My plan was to intercept
the Greystone before

El Hamadi's courier
took possession.

But when I got to Morad's
penthouse to cracked the safe,

the device was gone, and
in its place were the diamonds.

Payment for the device.

The trade had
already been made.

Exactly.
I was too late.

Now El Hamadi's man
is in the wind.

Hey, there.
Jerry Ortega.

I'm special consultant
for Five-O.

But of course you are.

So is it “Mr. Langford,”

or is there a “double-O” number
I should be using?

Harry is fine,
thank you.

Okay. Harry.

Well, here's
your stuff.

Thank you.

Did you fiddle with this?

Maybe.

Well, it's a good thing
you brought it back

to me when you did.

Another three minutes
and this building

would have been reduced
to rubble.

I'm kidding, old chap.
You're good.

Can we get back
to the Greystone, please?

Right, as I was saying,
El Hamadi's courier has it.

I imagine he's on his way to him
as we speak.

Right. Do you know who the courier is?

Unfortunately, no.

My next play was
to approach Morad,

offer him his diamonds back in
return for the courier's name,

then grab him before
he could make delivery.

I like it. Where's Morad now?

Actually, he's due to attend
a black tie event downtown

in less than two hours.
All right,

a big party like that, Morad's
bound to have heavy security.

If he doesn't want
to go quietly,

there's gonna be
a lot of collateral.

Chin's right, this needs
to be a surgical op.

Hope you got
your tux pressed.

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Speak up, overdrive ♪

♪ Bent down,
feet up in the sky ♪

♪ Heart races
to the beat, like ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ You're makin' me
come alive ♪

♪ Windows down,
turn the music high ♪

♪ Strap in, baby,
let's take a ride ♪

♪ Let's fly ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Swing into overdrive ♪

♪ Yeah, the way you move ♪

♪ Got me comin' alive ♪

♪ My heart is racing ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ I wanna see you sweat. ♪

Is everybody enjoying
themselves this evening?

I don't know, man,
I think the dry-cleaner

shrunk my damn tux.

I hear that
happens a lot.

We got eyes on Morad.

- We're in position.
- Good.

HPD's got all points
of egress covered.

We are good to go.

All right,
you're on.

Wish me luck.

Oh, you don't
need any luck,

not looking like that.

Thank you.

Can't a girl buy
a man a drink?

And who might you be?

Melissa.

Mm.

I'm Lucky.

Yes, you are.

Tell me, Melissa,
do you like to dance?

Only with men who know
what they're doing.

That's what I like
about American women.

You're not afraid to
make the first move.

You like your women
to be forward?

If they look like you...

sure.

Well, let me cut
to the chase.

I have your diamonds.

If you want them back...

...then meet me on the patio
in two minutes.

I misjudged you.

You're not confident,
you're stupid.

You think you can come
down here and shake me down?

And here I was thinking
that we'd have some time

to ourselves.

You never said
to come alone.

No, I didn't.

You really have to
stop crashing my parties.

Lucky Morad,
you're under arrest.

for the murder
of Casta Mitchell.

But before
we put you away,

you're gonna tell us who
you gave the Greystone to.

I sense there's
an “or” coming.

No!

What do you got there?

Lobster.
Lobster?

Where'd you get that?
Is it any good?

Yeah, it's pretty good.
Can I try one?

Huh?

Okay, okay, I'll tell you
what you want to know!

Hold on. Hold on.

Okay.
That's incredible.

Yeah, right?

I enjoy good shellfish
as much as the next bloke,

but I'm losing
my grip here.

All right, get him up.
come here.

I'll tell you
what you want to know!

Come here!
Stop crying!

He's Moroccan.

Amir Rabbab.
He has the Greystone.

Okay, what's he plan on doing with it?
I don't know.

You're lying.
I swear!

The man that he
works for, El Hamadi,

he's committed to
making his next move

bigger than the
Madrid bombing.

Where do we
find Rabbab?

It's too late.

He just took a plane
to Europe this morning.

You alright?

I see, he's very upset.

That you have your own jet,
and he doesn't get to fly it.

Just shut for a minute,
will you.

Listen. You realize
you drop 5,000 feet,

you would probably knock off
15 minutes off your flight time.

We could do the same
by lightening the load.

You look to be about 14 stone.

Care to volunteer?

You got to uh, excuse him,
see he's got uh...

control issues.

I don't have control issues.

Okay, I like to drive,

unlike you, who likes to be
chauffeured everywhere.

No, I don't... No, I don't like
to be chauffeured.

I kind of don't have
a choice.

And besides, why would you ever
want to fly an airplane again

after what happened
last time?

Not my fault.
What happened?

What hap...
Well, let's just say that

I am half the man
that I used to be

in the liver department
because of him.

Again, it's not my fault.
It wasn't my fault.

You know what else he is,
besides a putz?

He is a, um...
a bullet magnet.

Oh. I wish you'd
have mentioned that

before I asked you two boys
to come with.

You're getting a call
from home.

Langford here.

You're on with
Commander McGarrett

and Detective Williams.

Guys, it's Chin.

We just intercepted a call
from Rabbab; he's in Prague.

He's got a meeting set
in Stare Mesto.

It's the old city,
one hour from now.

All right, how soon
can we get there?

Maybe 90 minutes.

No, that's not
good enough.

You might want
to buckle up.

Amir Rabbab,
get on the ground right now.

Show me your hands!

Right now!

Get down!

Don't move, don't move, or I'm
not gonna kill you, all right?

Where is it?

Where's the Greystone?

He hasn't got it.

Travel documents,
fake passport.

Looks like somebody was
getting ready to skip town.

Look at this guy.

He already unloaded
the Greystone.

Is that right, Amir?

Where's your boss now?
Where's El Hamadi?

Why did he arrange
for the handoff

to happen in Prague?

What does he have planned?

Commander?

There's an urgent call
for you.

Okay, thank you.

Steve, we just heard
from Interpol.

Nuclear sites across Europe
are reporting

sudden loss of command
and control functions

over their reactors.

How many?

At least a dozen so far.

It gets worse.
In the last ten minutes,

each reactor's coolant systems
have been compromised,

and now core temperatures are
spiraling out of control.

We made a model

of the nuclear fallout,

and given there's no time
for evacuations,

we're looking at
immediate casualties

in the thousands,
with millions more affected.

Paris, Munich, London.

Steve, this is gonna be
Chernobyl times a hundred.

Okay, so this was
El Hamadi's plan all along.

He's weaponized
Europe's nuclear plants,

turned them into bombs.

According to Interpol, the hack
is coming from the east side.

We'll have coordinates
within the hour.

No, it's
not good enough.

We don't have
that kind of time.

We need to break Rabbab.
We're gonna do it right now.

What's this?

What are you doing?

Mr. Rabbab, we have,
unfortunately,

run out of time.

Which means your opportunity
to engage

in a civilized exchange
is no longer on the table.

And because I am bound

to specific
rules of conduct,

our parley has
come to an end.

Unfortunately, for you,
those same rules

don't apply to my friend
from the United States.

Last chance, Amir.

Where's the hacker
with the Greystone?

Cheers, then.

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

I'll tell you where he is.

Stay down!

He's dead.

The first reactor's
gone critical.

We've got less
than three minutes.

Well, that didn't work.

Whoa, oh.

What are you doing? Stop.
Let somebody else do this.

Like who?
I don't know, like who.

Some kind of person
who is qualified

to do things with computers.

Okay? Anyone...

Hey!

I realize you Americans

like to solve your problems
with brute force,

but there's an easier way.

See?
He obviously knows

how to work a computer.

Uh-oh.

“Uh-oh”? What is that?

Is that, uh,
is that British

for “everything's okay”
or what?

There's a bug implanted.
It won't let me shut down.

Watch your eyes.

Oh! What the hell

- is the matter with you?!
- I fixed it.

You fixed it?!

Look at the computer.
Why would you do

something like that?
I'm standing right here.

I just fixed that.
I just fixed that.

You're gonna shoot bullets
at a computer?!

What'd I do?
What are you, a mechanic?!

- You fixed...
- Chaps.

What?
Huh.

Reactor's stable.

He had n... you had no idea
that that was gonna work.

He said he needed
to shut it down.

What did I do?

I shut it down.

Just say it.

You're-you're a caveman
and God bless you.

You're welcome.

I just spoke to Chin.

Told him we're
on our way home.

Let's go. Come on.

You know, I was thinking,
maybe we, uh...

stop over in London.

London?
Yeah, there's this,

uh... this little pub
Rachel took me to

on our first anniversary.

They got the best fish and chips
you ever had in your life.

I really don't think
i-i-it's a good idea.

You want a victory lap
of all the happy memories

of you and your ex-wife.

It sounds disastrous.

What are you talking...?
It's fish and chips.

Yeah, and a whole bunch
of memories

that are gonna make you sad.

I don't want that. I don't
like you when you're sad.

Well, that-that-that's why

y-y-you're gonna
make me happy.

Just seeing you drive
on the wrong side of the road

will bring a smile
to my face.

Right?

What's he doing?

Very strange.

Hey, Langford!

Klára. Klára.

Where's the Greystone?

Agent Langford said you had it.

You don't have it?

No.

Son of a bitch.
He played us.

I'd offer you a drink

but I know it's
against your beliefs...

Unlike killing thousands
of innocent civilians.

Do you have it?

Password.

I assume you will be wanting

your compensation now,
Mr. Langford.

Keep the money.

I just want to have a chat
with your boss.

No funny business,
you understand?

I suppose I
should be surprised

to see you, Commander.

How'd you do it?

Jerry Ortega put a little
something-something

in your watch.

It's a very small GPS tracker.

You wouldn't even have noticed.
Clever lad.

We know what you're doing
and we know why you're doing it.

Really?

The Madrid bombings, 2012,

you failed to mention
an important detail.

One of the victims was
your wife, wasn't it?

Joanna Wallace.

Revenge.

This thing is all about revenge?

You're gonna, you're gonna walk
in there where certain death

and potentially give up
the Greystone,

just so you can settle the score
with El Hamadi?

Sorry, Harry.

I can't let you do that.

We have a kill or capture
order on El Hamadi.

He's a high-value target
to our government, too.

Which is why we're
coming with you.

Moving.

You should be the first one
through this door.

You killed my wife.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Langford.

Langford.

No! No!

She was the only one
I ever really let in.

I got one of those.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

Any chance of getting her back?

No.

Hey, uh...

should, uh, probably get going.
Yeah.

Do you think, uh--

I don't want
to be insensitive--

do you think she'll have,
uh, fish and chips?

Sorry, mate, I don't think
that's really her thing.

Oh. All right.
Oh, well.

Shoulders back, Williams.

My shoulders are back.
How's my tie?

Fine. It looks just like
it looked

the last two times you asked me.
My suits all right?

Please don't ask me about your tie...
Shh, shh, shh.

The George Cross.

Commander Steven McGarrett.

Detective Daniel Williams.

Commander Harry Langford.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Gentlemen, on behalf
of a grateful nation,

we thank you.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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